Mois : février 2016

I think I’m a creative person. This belief comes from nowhere especial to point out my fingers on, it is belief I forced myself to believe it. Yes, I do believe I’m different but I couldn’t manage figure it out. You may say I’m foolishly unbelieveable. Still, I think I’m creative, and time is the only nightmare I have fears of being enclosed by. You may say I don’t have anything productive in my writting, but I’m the contrary as many things I’ve achieved as a remarkable player among my ages at primary and high school. I used to be a great player, and everyone of my neighbors witnessd my truth. I would go back in time, bringing back my movement when I used to score plenty of goals passing the whole team and then smartly put the ball in the net. Yes, my talent used to be football. It was the only thing I have felt being confidently engaged ever at doing. It doesn’t mean I was stupid as some people assume that’s all about running after the ball so that I catch it and then kick it into the net, or whatever. It never was, is, and will never be. Footballers are so intelligent as do I. Put it simply, I used to dream of being an international player, which great teams go after. Yes, that is the only dream I was passionate about. My passion. My ambition. Me. It has vanished so things get sophisticated. I went through a period of feeling feeble and ruined from inside. Home was my shelter. My hidout where I buried my confidence, and developed my worries.Insecurities. I decided to be outty, surrounded with rigid walls. I bacame stagnant.
Nevertheless, they say things can fix if the person wants so. Determination to be what you used to be, and even much better, emotionally and logically strong. That’s why I’ve chosen writting to be what I really and always am, and that’s nobody can defeat. I’m naturally creative, It needs to find me working. I know It takes time to recover. With patience and new dreams, everything is going to grow skinny thick. Hopefully, positivity welcomes my mood to blossom.